Sunday, January 02, 2011

...Object Lessons...


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We're at Mother Nature's mercy — only thinking we have clues. Still, we humans strut and preen like we wear crowns. We're at ease and rape the planet for our squalid little comforts. We're the local space/time's version of unfunny, tragic clowns.
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Appearances deceive us while we show just what we: psychopathic institutions sans all balance. All spin bereft of substance we're adrift beneath hard stars; adjudicating fairness without conscience...
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Ever wonder why there're *homeless* — folks from "emptied institutions" of psychotics onto streets... to spit and grin? We see them on the news, forlorn, the focus of our pity ... scorn, but still they number, hapless, without end.
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We could rescue them, you see; we could help them off their knees, but they serve a "useful purpose," unperceived. I'll tell you why they're there, but in turn I must declare: We must allow their earned, if late, relief.
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See? They're there as object lessons; they're "displayed" for you and me. They're what happens when you cannot toe "the line." They're what happens for critiquing institutions as your "right," while appalled by *regulation* out of line.
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They are there to keep you doting on the dictates of the 'man'! They distract us from those lights in troubled skies. They are there to keep us focused from some crooked profit margins. They are there, a veiled threat concealing—ultra-scabrous—lies!
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These obscure the UFO's in the fear that you might see them! Those who sharpen your confusion? They are PREGNANT with their sin! They're to keep us to that "party line," apart from real thinking. They preclude our just salvation... ...they're to keep things as they've been.
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It's never been the "real world" you see upon TV. The safety of your home is an illusion. It's what you think's "observed." It is THAT, that has occurred!. Don't shoot ME down... ...that's Heisenberg's conclusion.
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See, the universe can cough, and then you're scattered on the winds. Ask folks—Louisianans—if that's true. It is these who have their fear served up, forget "relief," its all corrupt, then fate contrives to beat you black and blue.
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And, what might this be like, this unkindly twist of fate. I wonder how "unkindly fate" shakes down. Understanding is obscured; it's denatured and deterred... bread and circuses sans all truth... these come to town.
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"The Martian Face is punched ... ," says our *bunky*, out to lunch, Plait stamps his feet in gross—abandoned glee. Imagine his relief, he who swallows NASA's brief, they have put off his comeuppance... ...he so shallowly believes.
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These can go back to futility, call abductees "useless kooks" — they can salve their wounded egos, and pretend to own the truth. They can build their shaky castles, and pretend they have a clue. These continue down a road that's very bad... for me and you.
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"The face on Mars: a rock pile"? Their beliefs are reinforced! The belief that they're *alone* returns renewed! They, no longer, are compelled to find... it's them who pays truth's freight in time. They'll discover what far thinkers always knew!
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See I can't believe in NASA as their interests are conflicted, and their data is in fragments — all as was as they predicted! The government's a liar! ... Can't believe a thing they say; their interests mirror shadows! I want the truth, Jose!
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As the girl said in "Titanic" while the vessel slid from view, "I'd really rather be a 'whore' than spend my life with you..." My sentiment exactly, as the "rich man" shows his colors... and compelled a stunning disrespect from persons he makes suffer.
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We're at Mother Nature's mercy, and her parasitic bugs. You can charge the ones who "lead" us as the smarmiest of thugs. They're the ones who keep us shaded (...you'd raise some hell you only knew!) from where their secrets have been buried... in their disrespect for... you!




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